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Apr 2017
Tea stains ever present,
my anesthetic,
tasted by an older tongue,
sedating an even older mind.
Little one,
you were happy
and naive,
but I'll have to
leave you behind.
Written by
Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
   Timothy and ---
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